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It started slow and pumped itself full, swelling the men bigger and bigger. I watched, part of them, laughing with them—and somehow not with them. I was off the boat, blown off the water and skating the wind with those balck birds, high above myself, and I could look down and see myself and the rest of the guys, see the boat rocking there in the middle of those diving birds, see McMurphy surrounded by his dozen people, and watch them, us, swining a laughter that rang out on the water in ever-widening circles, farther and father, until it crashed up on beaches all over the coast, on beaches all over all coasts, in wave after wave after wave.
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